Ex-soldier Birmingham-gangster bets his life on luck and illegalities, adroit wit and burning passion streaking his blood-stained fingertips as a dire quarrel commence between himself and the disturbed Dane who purloined his lover.
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SORTING OUT THE BITS
THOMAS AND INES SPOKE for a long, long time. Thomas wanted to know what had urged her to leave home in such a state, with only a suitcase at her side, and an adult Dobermann at the other. Ines' disheveled hair revealed the lack of attention, the exhausted expression which had painted her face since her arrival exposed her fatigue, and her single bag that was filled to the brim told Thomas that she had left in a hurry.
These assumptions were confirmed once Ines had tried her best to composedly explain the situation. But there were many questions still unanswered, some of which Ines could not speak with much conviction.
"Well," Thomas suspired, finishing his whiskey and standing up. "If he's as connected as you say, we got a lot to do. So... I say we rally the troops and get to it."
Ines could not fight the smile, oh━how happy those words made her. How happy it made her to be back.
. . .
NIKOLAJ LOATHED THE POLICE. Granted, he paid a few of them a generous sum to play informant, snitch; their corrupt selves succored him greatly, but he did not trust them. Not one bit. Still, he had, after making a few rings about, gotten through to the local station and laid out the land. Howbeit, not without weeding the land first, that is. Now, there was a city-wide search and Nikolaj Brogaard was very much not dead. The story he currently devised comprised the following layout: Ines Lenz, wife of Mr. Nikolaj Brogaard, attacked her husband on Wednesday, shooting him in the stomach, with intent to kill. Upon leaving Universitätsklinikum Frankfurt, Mr. Brogaard revealed his wife for a time had suffered from hysteria, as well as mania. He had vainly attempted to cure her but after a moment's peace, Lenz blustered. Mr. Brogaard is now in recovery, however, his wife remains at large. If one sees her, or believes they know of her whereabouts, they are compelled to inform the police. Also, citizens are advised to not take her on alone, due to her unstable mentality. A quote in an article read: "Mr. Brogaard insisted recuperation was "just fine" and that he held no animosity towards his wife, stating: "I just want the best for my Ines. That is why I have arranged all to put her back in good health. I can only hope she will make it home." If Mr. Brogaard is not a Saint, then I am not a writer".
One did not have to look into a microscope to notice the wrath coating Ines' expression. She could not believe her eyes as they skimmed the newspaper.
When her teeth clenched to prepare a frustrated moan, her voice failed her. "The nerve of that... that weasel! Agh!"
On the other side of the room, stood one Arthur and Thomas Shelby, the pair's eyes fixated on Ines.
"Uh, listen, Tom, ya know I love that girl like me own sister, but... are ya sure she ain't just a little, ya know━" Arthur spoke in a hushed, gruff manner, pointing to his temple and widening his eyes, to mimic the look of a crazy person.
